Collide- Dawn

Here is the My Precious Child side story that I promised you. You do not have to read it first, this is a prequel. Hope you enjoy

Warnings- Homophobic speech, suicide attempts. This story could be triggering.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is merely a game of chess. I move the pieces around but do not own the game.

(THIS STORY HAS BEEN EDITED!)

Vash Zwingli was born in Switzerland to a father who didn't work weekends and a mother who slaved away over the kitchen making food to supply to a small but quaint bakery. He had an older sister who threw herself into school and later, her job and an aunt who hung around for five years after he was born before running off to Austria with the next door neighbour's brother. And they say romance was dead.

It wasn't a particularly warm household with Vash being alone most of his early years, especially after his Aunt ran off. His sister was ten years his senior and by the time he was old enough to manage for himself in the house, (at a mere age of six) she already had apart time job, a handsome boyfriend and perfect results at school. A private one of course despite the reputation that came with going to one in Switzerland.

Vash basically just blended into the background. It wasn't that he was quiet; (though he was) it was just that no one in his family had time for him. He wasn't neglected when it came to food, toys, education...but he didn't get attention either. And to be quite honest, it affected Vash's attitude as he grew up. He often came across as grumpy and unsociable but that was how his family had come across to him and he didn't know any different.

His sister Lena had the job of making sure he got to school and got home but apart from that, he was free to do whatever he liked. Most children, especially young boys would have run rampant with their friends but Vash didn't have any friends. Acquaintances, yes. Friends, no. That was why he spent all his spare time at home, either studying because he had nothing else to do, or reading whatever he could find around the house.

Vash did remember one time where he truly felt like he was loved. Lena had come storming home at the age of eighteen after her boyfriend had suggested that they should take a break. She'd grabbed the tub of ice-cream from the freezer, dumped herself on the couch and began working her way through it. Vash had watched all of this from the doorway into the lounge, green eyes wide as he watched her hold back tears.

About five spoonfuls in, she yanked herself off the couch and shoved a DVD into the player, fiddling with the remote to get the menu up. Vash read the words presented on the TV. The Sound of Music. It was one of those old ones where people burst into song and everyone seemed to magically know the words.

Right before Lena went to click play, she turned and saw Vash standing there. He'd squeaked and moved away but she called him back, gesturing for him to sit on the couch with her and the ice-cream. He slunk over and sat there nervously, wondering if she was going to yell at him. All she did however, was click play and settle back down with the ice-cream.

Vash, slightly bored by nuns singing about some random girl, took the chance to stare at his sister. Friends of the family who occasionally came over always said that Vash looked like a male version of the pride of the family. She had green eyes like his, though slightly darker. Her blonde hair was again, darker than his and much longer, reaching her hips, allowing her the option of many elaborate hairstyles. Her face was creased in a frown, her eyes fixated on the movie whilst her hand robotically scooped the dessert into her mouth. This was the first time Vash had seen her upset and he wondered if it was the beginning of many more moments.

As the movie kept playing and Vash fell more in love with the characters, especially Kurt, he had slowly gotten closer to Lena until the two were snuggling, Lena's arm around his shoulders and his head nestle into her side. The characters on screen were singing again, a beautiful song that tugged at his heartstrings. Something wet hit his shoulder suddenly. He looked up see tears running down Lena's cheeks and they just kept coming.

Edelweiss, edelweiss,

And then Lena was howling, hanging onto Vash and sobbing into him as if he was the older and she, the younger. Her hair tickled his face and the empty tub of ice-cream fell to the ground, the spoon following it with a clatter.

Edelweiss, edelweiss,

Lena clung tighter to him until it almost hurt, her fingers digging into him. Her tears kept coming, hard and fast as she sought comfort in an almost stranger, her younger brother.

You look happy to meet me...

6 Years Later from that moment

Vash Zwingli was so close to throwing his bike onto the ground and kicking it until it resorted to its original state of springs and coils and loose pedals. The stupid thing that he'd had since he was nine was too small but he just couldn't bring himself to buy another. He had to save his money after all so that he could go far in the future. Beside, his bike was too precious. It held memories, precious ones, of riding around the neighbor on Summer evenings and whizzing past cars on his way to the library. He'd never truly considered giving up on it.

Well not until now. The chain had broken again and it was at least a fifteen minute walk home, less than that if the bike hadn't broken. But it had and so here he was, late to get home where for once in his life, the three other members of his family would gather at the same time. He had some news to tell them, news he'd been working out how to tell for at least six months. News that really shouldn't be big news, but somehow was.

He'd planned ahead for this, worked out how to get them at home together, scripted the news, trashed it and done it again. Then again. And then five more times until he was happy enough with his speech. He was not going to wait for another day, another moment to come. If he backed out now, he'd never find the courage to do it again for many years. This was happening right now.

Well not right now since he was stuck on a main road with a broken bike that was too small for him to comfortable wheel back without having to bend over at an almost ninety degree angle. And he was fifteen minutes away from home.

"Vash," an all too familiar and usually unwelcoming voice called. Vash sighed and looked over to see his sister pulled over next to him in her fancy car that her fancy job had payed for.

"Aren't you meant to be at home by now?" Vash asked grumpily, slightly worried as well. What if she was leaving, having come early for the weekly visit and was now trashing his only chance for a long time at telling his family the news.

"I was running a bit late." Lena explained in a cool tone, stopping Vash's worries. "Get in and for heaven's sake leave the bike. It's ancient. Just buy yourself a new one."

Vash sighed again, staring at the bike for a long moment. He eventually complied, sliding into the backseat and clicking himself into place. Lena's eyes met his briefly before flying back to the road. The short drive was silent from the moment Lena picked him up to when they pulled into driveway of the neat, one story house that the Zwingli family lived in.

Vash watched his sister as she climbed gracefully out of the car. She'd grown into a beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair, a strong figure and a formal style that radiated power. She walked with a purpose that stopped men and woman alike from focusing when she walked past.

But when you got to know her, she was cool, collected and often harsh, sparing no sympathy for people and dismissing any excuses they saw fit to throw at her. She detached herself from people, decided that she didn't need a partner in her life and single handily worked her way up to a high paying position in her job. She was now the owner of a small two story house, squashed in between two others. Vash had never been there to visit simply because she had never asked.

The two entered the house, Lena a tall imposing figure and Vash a much smaller one. Their parents, Louisa and Klaus were in the kitchen, Klaus relaxing as he enjoyed his day off and Louisa scanning recipes for pastries to make.

"Hello mama, papa," Lena greeted, plonking her handbag down and sitting in a chair, crossing her legs and accepting the tea Louisa gave her.

"Hello," Vash said sullenly behind her, deciding not to sit. He glanced at his mother and saw her whip the latest tray of goodies out of the oven and replacing it with another tray of paler biscuits. She sat down after that, obviously done for the day. Good, that was what he had planned.

"Do you have any homework?" Klaus asked without looking up from the book he was reading, obviously addressing Vash.

"No but..." Vash paused. He'd been planning for this but the words were still stuck in his mouth and refused to come out. He swallowed, wincing at how dry his throat felt. How could he say this? He was freezing up, his plan slowly going down the drain.

"What is it Vash?" Louisa sipped at her tea. "Please do not stutter."

Vash huffed, annoyed because he had only stuttered that one time when that weird girl had kissed him on the cheek right outside his house.

"Mama, papa, Lena I have something very important to tell you." He began, realising that he was ignoring every carefully written word of the script.

His serious tone got everyone's attention, something he didn't receive very often. Klaus set his book aside and Lena and Louisa put their tea down, all three staring at him.

"Um..." Crap his mind was freezing up on him. He didn't have the words, couldn't spit it out and say it. He needed them to know, he was stick of keeping it locked inside.

"Is this a joke Vash?" Lena asked. "Because we have no time for that."

We have no time for you.

"No," He said, strength suddenly surging through him. "This is not a joke. I need you all to know something, something I guess I've always known and now need to tell you. I understand it'll be hard but you do deserve to hear this as my family."

Vash took a breath to calm himself, staring at them all. There was no going back now. This was it.

"Mama, papa, Lena," He said again. "I'm gay."

Silence.

That was what met his statement. Silence. Deathly cold and harsh silence that sliced through the air and cut his strength into weak fluttering ribbons. Eyes, bearing into him, picking him to pieces. It was his father who broke the silence with his biting words.

"You can't know that. You're only fourteen." Klaus laughed harshly. "You're confused. What kind of books have you been reading?"

"I'm not confused," Vash said, trying to sound strong but failing. "I've been working it out for six months. This is who I am."

"Is something wrong at school?" Was all Louisa said in response to that. "Is someone harassing you, making you say this stuff?"

"No!" Vash cried, annoyed at the accusation. "This is my own decision."

"Vash," Lena began before stopping as if what she had been about to say was extremely hard to say.

"Lena," Vash pleaded. "Please. I know who I am. Please believe me."

"Vash..." She said again, tone almost mechanical. "Vash that is not who you are. That is a disgusting sin. Please do not make jokes of this subject again. You're only upsetting us and we're your family. Do not think of associating yourself with that word. You cannot tear down the image this family holds."

"You're sister is right Vash. Dismiss those thoughts from your head." Louisa said fretfully. "Just think about it for a minute. What would the community say? And the church? Our workmates? Please Vash, don't do this."

"Well there you go Vash," Klaus stood. "Do not bring this matter up again. And in the meantime, have you ever thought about dating that Katherine? I hear she's grown into a lovely young lady."

Vash stared. He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Weren't family meant to be there for you, support you? Why? Why was this their response? When did they formulate these horrid, world shattering opinions?

"I should be going." Lena stood, gathering her belongings despite only being there for around ten minutes. "Vash, remember what we said." She couldn't even give him a smile.

And the one person Vash had been hoping might understand was gone, her opinion made blatantly clear.

You are disgusting.

That night, Vash tried to kill himself.

So yeah, there you go. Hope you like. Drop a review if you feel like and if you don't, that's chill too.